Title & Chapter Number: The Elf in the Mirror 0/12
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my characters and I make no profit from their use.
Special Warnings: None - Yet.
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Haldir/Elrond
Timeline: Pre-LotR AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Haldir becomes ill and Elrond cares for him.
Notes: This story came about from several bunnies and my love/lust for Elrond and Haldir! It was to be a simple silly pwp, but angst is my middle name sooo it turned into something else. It is a story of love and the things that sometimes keep us from knowing how to love. Hope you all enjoy it.
[] Haldir's thoughts.
Prologue
Haldir was a dear elf, Galadriel thought, even though he was the most vain creature in Middle Earth. She watched him sit and look into her Mirror. She wondered what he thought as he did so. She saw his hand slide down the front of his body and smiled. Perhaps he was as in love with himself as she had always thought.
~*~*~*~
Haldir had wandered out here because he was restless. He loved his work. He was good at it. He was both ruthless and merciless when he had to be. But tonight, well, tonight he was lonely. His brothers and his comrades were his only company up on the Northern Fences, but it was when he was down here among all the various elves of Caras Galadon that he noticed how really alone he was.
He looked into the Mirror, not expecting to see anything, but he was wrong. He saw himself sitting by the Mirror, almost as if he were watching himself from afar. How odd. He looked back in the direction that the Mirror seemed to be looking from and it was as if he looked into his own eyes.
When he looked again, the Mirror image had changed. He saw himself an elfling, being held and kissed by a lovely female elf, his mother. He felt tears burn his eyes as he looked at her kiss the tiny elfling, kissing his belly and laughing as she swung him in the air. His mother had been killed by men, as well as his father, when he was a teen and they were traveling to live in one of the elf cities of Lothlorien.
Had he really been alone since then? He knew that he was well known for his sexual prowess, which was hilarious considering how few partners he had really had. He thought perhaps a lot of elves bragged about bedding him who he’d never even met. Why, he really couldn’t understand. Certainly, none were there when he had those long nights when the past closed in on him.
He looked back into the Mirror and saw the first lover he’d had. He had been another March-warden and as inexperienced as Haldir was. They had learned to please one another and had thought they had forever. A band of Orcs had put an end to those plans and sent his lover to the same place that his parents had gone to. He knew that their spirits lived in the Halls of Mandos, but they were not here with him.
It was odd that his mind stopped its journeying at the first time his lover had taken him into his mouth. He felt himself stiffen just thinking about it. He idly ran a hand down to touch himself. They had both been so tentative and scared that night. He slipped his hand inside his leggings as he remembered the heat of that mouth as it closed on him. It had felt so good that he hadn’t been able to hold back. He stroked his hand up and down slowly. He still saw them both in the Mirror. He was getting close. He closed his eyes and came inside his leggings, hot tears slipping out of the corners of his eyes and dripping into the fountain.
He wiped his hand inside his leggings and stood up to leave. He felt sticky and messy, but there was little he could do until he got to the talan so he could clean himself off and change clothes. He heard someone. And he knew who it was.
"Lord Elrond, do you think it is fitting, the Lord of Imladris spying on a simple March Warden?" His voice was cold, arrogant.
Elrond was not to be outdone by Celeborn’s pretty little stray. "And it is fitting for one such as you to sit and pleasure himself at a place as sacred as the Mirror of Galadriel?"
Haldir made a noise of disgust. Elrond smiled. There was little he enjoyed more than baiting this exquisite creature. But he had not missed the sadness, the tears. He knew if he mentioned either of those, despite being the Lord of Imladris, Ringbearer and Galadriel’s son-in-law, Haldir would have him full of arrows at the first opportunity.
Elrond smiled his most regal smile and left the clearing without a word.
Haldir found that he was much angrier than he should be. He sat down again beside the Mirror, giving it one last glance. He saw two elves making love, both with their backs to him. One was a silver blond, the other a brunette. The blond was on his knees and elbows and the brunette behind him. Their movements were languid and loving.
The brunette looked back.
It was Lord Elrond.
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